Ii Sides

Melody observed by ear Thunder strikes lightening The faucet on an off beat our bodies steps... twist and knot Growth is soundless Breath seems Silence brings thought difficult to catch contemplation's angle sits set feelings heighten intensity With the spine of a worm Then sleep...then up Rules are made to be broken Promises forgotten Smells fill the air are remembered biscuits, eggs, grits reawakened and forgotten prepared the home way As I sip and slurp The meal ends warm soda The desire begins without fizz. We are more than friends. The Joy of Boredom. Egg elbows and arms Grits on each hip My life I left behind The shelter of Imagination.